"And I'm sorry to say, Sam," continued Mr. Pickwick, with a most perplexed countenance, " that in dread of this violence, Mr. Winkle has gone away."
"Gone avay!" said Sam.
"Left the house early this morning, without the slightest previous communication with me," replied Mr. Pickwick. "And is gone, I know not where."
"He should ha' stopped and fought it out, sir," replied Sam, contemptuously. "It wouldn't take much to settle that 'ere Dowler, sir."
"Well, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, "I may have my doubts of his great bravery and determination, also. But however that may be, Mr. Winkle is gone. He must be found, Sam. Found and brought back to me."
"And s'pose he won't come back, sir?" said Sam.
"He must be made, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick.
"Who's to do it, sir?" inquired Sam with a smile.
"You," replied Mr. Pickwick.
"Wery good, sir."
With these words Mr. Weller left the room, and immediately afterwards was heard to shut the street door. In two hours' time he returned with as much coolness as if he had been despatched on the most ordinary message possible, and brought the information that an individual, in every respect answering Mr. Winkle's description, had gone over to Bristol that morning, by the branch coach from the Royal Hotel.
"Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, grasping his hand, "you're a capital fellow; an invaluable fellow. You must follow him, Sam."
"Cert'nly, sir," replied Mr. Weller.
"The instant you discover him, write to me immediately, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "If he attempts to run away from you, knock him down, or lock him up. You have my full authority, Sam."
"I'll be wery careful, sir," rejoined Sam.
"You'll tell him," said Mr. Pickwick, "that I am highly
